Quotes About Revelation

When a character comes to life, it's like meeting a new friend for the first time.

Time reveals character.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

The story becomes clearer with time.

Time has its own secrets, so it is best to wait upon it untill it tells.

You can hide things from the world, but you can never hide things from time.

Every Single Number on the Clock knows all my Secrets.

...and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Time discovered truth.

It's as if inside the White House the belief in Obama's inspirational charisma is still such that every time the ugliness of brute politics intrudes, it's a startling revelation.

The next time you experience a blackout, take some solace by looking at the sky. You will not recognize it.

There is a design behind the world that we are living in, which is veiled to most of us most of the time, but every once in a while, you catch a glimpse of it.

Time alone reveals the just man but you might discern a bad man in a single day.

I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind. "THAT'S why you like me!" I exclaim. "Because you're not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.

Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.

Let the audience put 2 and 2 together so that it comes up with 4. Let them do that themselves, and they'll love you forever.

No. This has to do with drugs." My jaw fell open and I almost lost my toothbrush. "You're on drugs?" She pressed her mouth together. "No. You are." "I'm on drugs?" I asked, stunned. I had no idea.

It is a rude awakening, is it not, to discover that people change, or that they have other facets to their character that we did not suspect?

It was almost as if she had been lulled into a sleep long ago and had been hovering on the brink of waking but had resisted doing so. Sometimes it was more comfortable to remain asleep than to be awake.

Only as she heard her own words did she realize how melodramatic, how self-pitying they sounded. And how true.

Everything about my life was a lie and remained so until after his death. What I set as my primary goal in life was all a mirage in a vast, empty desert.

He had suffered as much as she. She closed her eyes and laid her forehead in one shaking hand. What a revolutionary thought! She had accustomed herself for so long to the idea that he was a heartless wretch. Had he just been her own very dear Robert all the time?

nearest their window was horribly visible

He sat back on the seat and looked at her averted face. She was a far more complex person than he had ever dreamed. A wounded person. One who for some reason he did not understand had never been whole, and never free.